Dollyshop Theatre - new listings on Etsy

 

Hey!  Speaking of shop updates, I've just added a few listings to the shop that my other personality, Malady Beastly, works at when I'm not paying enough attention to her.

 

Somewhere over here
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is a button to visit my Dollyshop Theatre etsy store.  Push it.  See what happens.

 

 

There is some new ratty and generally hostile creatures.  If such a thing appeals to you, you can follow my doll work at Dollyshop Theatre on Facebook.

And there is a tab at the top of the page to take you to the Tumblr gallery, although I have some personal reservations about Tumblr as of late so, perhaps, you know of a great site that can host a decent gallery?

Speaking of galleries, funny thing, that the above doll, Rumplestiltskin, whom I spent over a year stitching in the Grimm's story on, was stolen right out of the gallery it was being displayed in.  Art theft!  I feel annoyed and intrigued all at the same time.  I would really like to know where Rumplestiltskin has gone and also let the thief know that it is cursed with some terrible hoodoo.  Probably everything bad that has happened to you since you stole this doll is because of the curse.  

And that's it.  If a doll catches your fancy, find it in the shop or message me to find out where it is and if it can be rounded up.

Mother's Day: the catch 22

Our Mother's Day tradition is for The Man to take the childs away for a few hours while I get to do things that I would do if I didn't have children. 

The being without childs, of course, leads me to non-essential arty/crafty activities, where I stitch things that are, theoretically, for children*, the kind I am pretending I do not have.  There is no way for me to stitch these dolls for children with actual live children floating about me. I simply can not apply the intention to get the job done.

All the irony.

Since nobody is here to interrupt me, or save me from myself, I end up spending too much time hunched over a small object, squinting at small stitches, and I end up with a terrible crick in my neck, the likes I haven't experienced since my youngest was a toddler who refused to be put to sleep in any other way than being held and walk about for an hour.  Doll making may be a expression of post traumatic stress disorder?

I like to turn on Youtube for music and sometimes listen to podcasts, like the new horror mystery Alice Isn't Dead, because, although I crave it, I'm unaccustomed to quiet.  And I'm on episode three, when Alice is brutally finding out what the noise is that has been coming from the trailer and I realize I'm all alone, listening to a scary story, and- what's that noise in the basement?!  

Suddenly, the doll I'm stitching looks less merry and more sinister.  I worry about my inability to make playthings for children that aren't unsettling to small people.  Like the kind I have but am pretending I don't have as a treat to me.

I'm pretty sure the noise was the cats in the basement.  Which makes me feel guilty about the cat box down there I should probably clean.

This is me, two hours into separation from my offspring, when the switch flips from, 'I hope they don't come back soon,' to, 'goodness, where are those kids?  I need them here now.'

Perhaps I can get them to clean the cat box?

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*Strange children.

Pictures of the dolls that children inspire:  http://dollyshoptheatre.tumblr.com/

Rumpelstiltskin doll

Just a quick shop update for my Dollyshop Theatre.  I just added this little rascal, Rumpelstiltskin.  I started him over a year ago!  You can check out the listing and you can also like Dollyshop Theatre on Facebook to see what other strange things we come up with.

Dollyshop Theatre shop open

Hello good looking people!  I have a short announcement for you today.  A couple of weirdos have decided to open up a small shop filled with strangeness and wonder, and would like to invite you over to have a look.

Fleshie with parasitical twin, ready to paint.

My buddy Kristin and I have decided to marry our fortunes together, her art and my craft, and make a little space for odd goodliness to exist.  We're still in our little feeler stage, but maybe you would like to come along and see how the adventure unfolds. 

The Tooth Fairy, who is right now almost 78% likely to appear in public at an art gallery near me soon.

That is all I have to tell you at the moment, thank you for stopping by and have a curious day.


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